June 16, 2009
Our bags still aren't here, so we went out and ate anyway. We went to the buffet at the Paris hotel, and my goal was to eat things I don't make at home: duck, crab legs, salmon, etc. But the true joy came at dessert time: mousse, creme brulee, crepes, and...flan.
Ah, flan. Flan is apparently my version of Proust's madeleine. It took me back twelve years to the halls of my school in France. There was a vending machine that dispensed this delightful treat.
Yep, flan from a vending machine. The French are so la-di-da.
No food can take me back to Japan, Holland, etc. My sense of taste is nearly nonexistent.
I had to look up flan. I first heard of it in Duckman, where it was described in "The Gripes of Wrath" as "a flavor-filled Mexican dessert".
I love how exotica here can be in machines Over There.
Posted by: Amritas at June 16, 2009 11:29 PM (VtO7U)
Posted by: CaliValleyGirl at June 17, 2009 07:43 AM (irIko)
I asked one if he could make me some hamburger helper, of if they had any spam--he said if I gave him a few minutes, he could whip something up! I declined and went for the kobe beef instead.
Posted by: Chuck at June 17, 2009 02:07 PM (sLfwn)
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